This is a song about "Jerome rapping"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

I'll be rapping till infinity

Once as a slave who imagined being free

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

But now she went to jerome, a guy who lives alone,

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Yall rapping like rookies

While im rapping flows on beats

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Straight g thing, double m g thing

This beat that he's rapping

Tell me that you call that rapping

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

Spitting rhymes and rapping

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing